Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about
You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it Better off dead than the hell that will become of it You have hurt my head but I’m not denying That I did not bring it on myself
I take pieces of myself from everyone around me I’m not individual enough for you I replicate the people I admire But at least I’m not bitter and sad
I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.
